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Wooden stairs. Creaking floor. Cracks in the walls. Stain of blood on the vault. A dome of spectres and the place where all of the bizarre relics remain. Of a house that houses the bedlams, of a homecoming pavement that welcomes all the grief. And yet one shall remain. And yet one shall remember.
CRYPT WHERE GRIEF AND PHANTASM REMAIN:
HARROWING MOON, THE CROW SLITHERS.
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Wooden stairs. Creaking floor. Cracks in the walls. Stain of blood on the vault. A dome of spectres and the place where all of the bizarre relics remain. Of a house that houses the bedlams, of a homecoming pavement that welcomes all the grief. And yet one shall remain. And yet one shall remember.
CRYPT WHERE GRIEF AND PHANTASM REMAIN:
HARROWING MOON, THE CROW SLITHERS.
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